lezdom

I replied to an ad in the personals of the erotica website I was on. A Domme who was into the extreme. We talked for 3 weeks when she asked if she wanted to meet me real time. I didn’t know what to say. I had done a lot of things online but had never met anyone, but I enjoyed our meetings and had many orgasms. I wanted to do this, so I said yes. I asked that we meet for coffee at a local Starbucks. She sent me a message telling me that if it did happen I could expect to be abused to the extreme, it would be like we had been doing in R.P, only all the pain, humiliation degradation would be for real.

We exchanged phone numbers, I called her wanting to connect with her in a more personal way than emailing.

“Hi Laura, its Mona,” I sounded cautious but also excited at the prospect of meeting me. And so we set a time to meet. She knew a Starbucks that was in a bookstore, one of tables was a bit off the beaten path so to speak back in a corner. She gave me some instructions on the way she want me to dress.

There was a slight hesitation, “Eerr okay, I’ll try to have on what you want,” I said, now very cautious.

“We need to make one thing very clear Mona. If you want to continue with our meeting and what ever develops, you need to know that what I say goes, are you up with that?” Laura said in her commanding voice.

A shy “Yes Miss I understand,” I said.

“Good, now this is how you are to dress. A see through blouse, with a vest, wear a bra, a knee length skirt not to tight, with only panties underneath, no hose. Wear the highest heels that you have, is that clear?” Laura commanded.

I thought about the heels I would wear. I had a nice black pair. I opened my closet and took out a sheer blouse, a vest, a nice blue skirt. I looked for a nice red thong that i could wear.

“Yes, maam. It is clear.” I told her.

I drove out to the coffee shop, my breasts pushing against the sheer blouse. My bra showing under the vest. I unbuttoned the top button. I look around for her in the parking lot. Then I see the truck, she gets out of the car, her leather skirt, tight around her body. I lick my lips.

“Hello Mistress” I tell her. I take her hand and kiss it.

“Wow, I wasn’t expecting, being kissed on my hand.” Laura scolded me. ” A sub just doesn’t take it upon herself to touch her Mistress with out permission! In the future that would have earned you a painful punishment.”

I was startled when she reprimanded me about touching her. I responded “I am so sorry, Mistress. It won’t happen again.” I looked at her leather skirt and spiked heels. I shivered, pulled down my short skirt. I wondered what the night would bring.

Inside after getting our drinks, the table at the back was open.

“So tell me about yourself, we hadn’t exchanged very much in the way of our private lives on the net. I want you to tell me intimate things like do you to pleasure yourself, how often, how do you go about it if you do it. I want you to use gutter language when describing the places on your body that makes you feel good.” Laura instructed.

The flush on my face was priceless.

“Come now we didn’t meet to discuss knitting,” Laura said sarcastically .

I looked at her, not sure what to say. We never talked about what turned us on on the net, although she made me cum many times. Her legs crossed, I could notice she wasn’t wearing panties. Her crotch exposed made me wet. I took a sip of my drink, then took a deep breath…

“Well, I do enjoy using my vibrator in my pussy. It hums so beautifully while I sleep. It makes me cum over and over.” I told her.

She looked at me, then changed her mind. “Take off your bra, then unbutton your blouse so only the bottom remains fastened.” Laura told me.

I paused, looked around the coffee shop, then slowly put my hand under my top. I unclasped my bra. I could feel it let my breasts go. They fell a bit, pressed against my top. I heard her instructions. I have never done this before. I pulled at it. Then it traveled down my sleeve.

I unbuttoned my blouse, pulling my vest so it would cover my bosom.

“If we were at my place I would have punished you a few times already, whenever you cause me to repeat myself, you have earned yourself a dozen hard lashes from the whip.” Laura informed me.

I gasped when she said I would have had a dozen lashes from the whip. My behind shivered as I thought of how it would hurt, but it got me wet.

“Yes Mistress…….” I told her.

“Now open your blouse and show me your tits.” Laura almost laughed at her reaction.

I sputtered, “Please Miss others will see.”

“Remember what I told you about the punishment? You now have another dozen coming.” She smiled mercilessly.

Oh god, I thought. Would I be able to take 2 dozen across my behind? It would hurt so.

I looked around. It was dark here. Then I opened my blouse, showing her my swollen breasts. Goosebumps rose from my globes. My face flushed with embarrassment. But between my legs, I was dripping.

Laura smacked the table, in a stern voice, “You pay attention to me. Don’t worry about the others.

She reached over and tweaked a nipple. I was holding the blouse and vest open, dying of embarrassment.

“Open it a little more,” the vest stopped shy of her nipples. “Now I want you to take off your panties. When you have them off lay them on the table, stand up turn your back to the rest of the customers and pull up your skirt at the front and show me your cunt. If you had followed my instructions and worn a loose skirt it would have been a lot easier. Now you may have to lift it so your ass shows. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

I stared at her in disbelief, but I came this far. I wasn’t going to stop now. I raise my skirt. It was hard. I sent my hand between my legs, pulling at the panties. They were wet and sticking to my skin, but I slid them down, lifting my behind to help. They fell to my ankles. I picked them up and put them on the table as instructed.

I then stood up, slowly grabbed the bottom of my skirt and pulled it up over my knees.

No. Please. I thought, pleading through my eyes.

Finally I brought the skirt to my waist……my pussy exposed to her.

Laura let me stew for a bit then told me to drop the front, turn and lift the back so she could see my ass.

“Oh no, not my ass,” Mona thought. But I didn’t want more punishment, so I turned around and lifted my skirt behind me. I could feel the cool air brush against my ass and people were now starting to stare.

“God no.” I whimpered.

Laura had praised me for the nicely trimmed bush. A couple of women watched the goings on, both with smiles. She had me stand for about 30 seconds then let me sit down, telling me to keep my skirt up around my hips. As the women who had watched walked by our table, Laura told Mona to open her blouse giving them a great view of her tits.

“Very nice, very nice indeed,” one of them said. One dropped a card, were having a munch next week you girls should come by. I knew that a munch involved peeps in the BDSM scene, customs are required. It spells it all out on the card. “Nice show,” they smiled as they left. Mona had closed her blouse.

“Ahem, did you get permission to do that.” Laura shook her head. “Another 12 strokes, you’re going to have a very sore bum. It’s time to go to my place.”

I followed meekly wondering what lay in store for me.

Laura lived a short distance from the coffee shop, out past the town limits, no nearby neighbors. She gave me the address and direction. She had to put the dogs in their kennel. They don’t like strangers and are vicious. Waiting for me to arrive, she wondered if Mona would show up at all, Laura didn’t think she enjoyed the little scene at the shop, oh well it was for her entertainment, not Mona’s.

Laura must admit that Mona has a smoking, hot body, just the right tits and an ass to die for, just picturing her is getting Laura wet. Mona pulls in. Laura kisses her, open mouthed running my hands over her ass, pulling up her skirt.

“uummm, whats this?” Mona had put on her panties and bra. That explains the delay in getting here. Laura gave her a hard slap on her ass.

“Who told you to put them back on! Strip, all of it, everything. I want you naked and you just added to your punishment! My arm is going to be worn out by the time I get thru with you, and just for the hell of it your safe word is ‘redball.’ Not that I’m going to listen to you, now get those fucking clothes off bitch .”

I shuddered when she told me to take off my clothes. I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it from my shoulders. I unclasped my bra. I did it by force of habit. It fell off, exposing my breasts to her. She was staring at me, licking her lips.

I pulled my skirt down to my ankles and pulled my panties down. They slid across my hips and down to my ankles with my skirt. I stepped out of them.

I looked at my Mistress, waiting for my next order.

Laura could see a faint smile. Mona was indeed gorgeous and she knew it. Laura would wipe the smile from her face in due time, for now, she had other plans for her slave.

“Pickup your clothes, get your bag and follow me.” The disappointment showed, the frown showed it all, Mona was expecting a show of affection. Laura led Mona to her bedroom, pointed out the dresser she was to use .

“Open the top drawer and bring me what you find.” I did what I instructed, reaching in and bringing out the only thing in there. My face flushed as I held the thin rod. It was perfect not only whipping a person, causing great pain but also leaving red marks that would turn to purple bruises in a day or so. Laura hadn’t meant to punish Mona to this extent, but she had shown defiance 3 times or more and Laura needed to show her it wasn’t acceptable. Holding out her hand, Mona brought it to her.

“Bend over the ottoman.” Laura stroked her lovely ass. “Do you know why I’m going to punish you? I am going to apply 15 strokes. You won’t be able to sustain all 30, so I”m going to split them, you had better not accrue any more. I won’t be so easy on you the next time. Laura waited for an answer.

I slowly bent over the ottoman. My ass in the air, waiting for her to strike me. The whip was nasty. I knew it would leave marks. I didn’t know if i could take it. She gave me a safe word. I hope she stops when I use it. I knew I would have. I have never been whipped before.

“Okay then slut, no answer to my question, it’s a shame to mark that ass.” Laura knew that Mona needed the whipping. She bends the rod almost in two, the flexibility of it makes it the ideal way to punish a slave, the force it generates swinging gives twice the force when striking. Laura brought it behind her shoulder arm extended to the fullest, then with all her strength she brought it down! Perfect! A welt rose on both her ass cheeks, she drew it back and brought it down again before Mona could react. She waited wanting the pain to hit home. Mistress was getting hot, a whipping always did that to her .

I gasped when she struck me with the whip. It wrapped around me, raising a welt on both ass cheeks…

I struggled with each stroke of the whip. She was horrible, so mean, making my ass hurt so.

“red ball!! RED BALL!!” I tried to get her to stop….but she ignored my safe word.

“Please…stop….I’m bleeding!!” I could feel the trickle of blood dripping down my behind.

Then I feel her fingers playing with my pussy, pushing inside. I began to moan, breathing heavily. She asks if I want her to stop…

“No, God no. Make me cum, please.” I beg.

The blood was a slight exaggeration, a drop maybe,if Mona hadn’t bounced around so much it wouldn’t have happened. Mistress stopped playing with my pussy, getting a sani towel, wiping up the blood, kissing my ass.

Mistress stripped saying “It was time to show her what happened to good girls.” I watched as Mistress took off her clothes. She worked out a lot and was very proud of the way she looked. She licked her lips as she got into bed beside me. She kissed me deeply, her tongue in my mouth.

Her hands caressing my breasts, my nipples getting hard as she playfully teased them. Mistress took a nipple in her mouth sucking it while stroking the other.

“Are you ready to give your self to me completely, to be my slave?” Laura’s hips thrusting moaning in passion, Mistress wanted an answer. I gasped.

“Yes, Mistress. I want to be your slave.” Her welts still raging, but I felt her tenderness.

I was going crazy, grabbing her hair, pulling her closer to me. My legs spread, hoping her tongue would go deeper and deeper, faster and faster. She inserted her tongue. It touched my vaginal walls, as she flicked it.

She encircled my clit. I raised my head and yelled: “aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!”

I shuddered then I came.

Laura wanted me to understand that this was a reward for being good. If she thought that it would end the punishment for misbehaving, she was dead wrong. Mistress pulled her on top of her, spreading her legs wide.

I could feel her mound pressing down on mine ,I murmured. “Make me cum baby,” Mistress commanded me. “I want to look down between my legs and see the top of my blonde pussy.”

I feel you pulling me closer to your pussy. I stick my tongue out and begin to lick your pussy lips, up and down the sides of your love hole.

You hands pulling my hair, my tongue inserted in your pussy. You taste so good. I feel so protected, so cared for. Then I shivered. What happens when she wants to punish me again?

This is a follow up to a story I wrote called “Our First Pee Play Session”. But you really don’t need to read that first to enjoy this.

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Amy sat on the toilet, looking at the droplet of pee she had caught on her finger. She brought it close to her nose and sniffed. There wasn’t really any smell to it.

‘I should taste it. I know that’s what Lisa would want,’ she thought to herself. ‘How pleased would she be with me if I did it? Come on, Amy! It’s a simple thing. Just put it in your mouth.’ But she didn’t. She couldn’t. ‘I can’t do this. I don’t even know if it’s safe.’

She wiped her hand off with toilet paper, then washed it in the sink. With soap.

She felt like she had somehow failed Lisa, even though her dominant girlfriend wasn’t even there. Even though she’d never explicitly asked her to taste her own pee.

But Amy knew that pee was one of Lisa’s strongest fetishes. For whatever reason, that golden bodily fluid turned her friend on like nothing else.

At that moment, Amy determined to learn to love pee as much as Lisa did.

Her first stop was her husband’s computer. She googled, “Is it safe to drink your own pee?”

Every site had the same information: as long as you’re healthy, it’s perfectly safe. ‘So far so good,’ she thought. Her Internet research continued for almost an hour, trying to learn everything she could about urine and about pee fetishes.

That evening, she was getting ready to take a shower. Normally, she’d pee in the toilet beforehand, but she did occasionally let it out in the shower. That’s what she was going to do this time.

Once the water was the right temperature, she got in and stood at the far end of the shower, so the water was only hitting her from the knees down. She squatted slightly, and started peeing.

She watched the yellow liquid mix with the clear water on the shower floor. She stopped the flow before she was finished. The pee quickly dilluted and disappeared into the water before washing down the drain.

She took a deep breath, put her right hand palm up between her legs, and started peeing again. The first sensation was warmth, as the stream splashed off her hand. She felt small drops splatter out onto her thighs. Physically, there was nothing unpleasant about what was happening, but psychologically, she was still revolted. She forced herself to continue.

Amy slowly brought her hand up closer to her body, letting the pee tickle her palm. But the time she was finished, her palm was cupped against her vulva, with the pee overflowing her hand and dripping off her fingertips.

‘Here goes nothing,’ she thought, as she carefully brought her cupped hand to her mouth. She slurped it up, then licked it off her palm and sucked it off her fingers. Trying to get as much pee in her mouth as possible. Then she let it sit on her tongue.

It was salty, and a little sour. Not terrible, but certainly not delicious. Again, it was a mental block she had to get over, not a physical one.

She had tasted pee one other time, but that had been with her lover. Lisa had sat on her face after peeing, and Amy obediently licked her pussy and tasted a little pee. She had been too caught up in the moment to really think about it then. She loved eating pussy, and there hadn’t been much pee.

Having a mouthful was different. She forced herself to breathe evenly through her nose while she swished it around in her mouth with her tongue. She tried to acclimatize her tongue to the taste.

When she finally tried to swallow, her throat constricted and she gagged. She coughed and gasped, spraying the liquid out of her mouth into the tub. Some of it had gone up her nose. She felt a little sick.

She stepped into the hot water and let it wash away all the traces of the pee on her face, her hand, her body.

After the shower, she brushed her teeth and swished with mouthwash, trying to clear the taste from her mouth. Would Lisa be proud of her effort, or disappointed with the outcome? Amy wasn’t sure, but her desire to please her domme was practically all-consuming. She resolved to do better the next day.

Her husband must have thought it was very strange the next morning when Amy moved the standing full length mirror from the bedroom into their bathroom, right in front of the toilet. But he just shook his head.

Amy really wanted to see herself peeing. She knew the sight turned Lisa on, and she really wanted to share in that. She ended up having to squat and hover slightly over the toilet in order to really get a good view in the mirror.

She watched intently as the yellow stream emerged from between her legs. She was completely shaved, but she pulled still her lips apart to try to get a better view. It really was beautiful. She had never spent much time looking at her own genitalia, though she knew every millimeter of her lover’s.

There was a simple beauty in the pee cascading out of her most intimate area. No hesitation here. She enjoyed watching herself. She had seen Lisa pee a little, the last time they had played. But she wasn’t able to appreciate it, because she was so focused on trying not to show how disgusted she was by getting peed on.

It was a few hours into her work day at her office before Amy had to pee again. She was glad to see the stalls were all empty in the restroom. It was harder to go when someone else was listening. ‘Although,’ she thought. ‘That’s probably something I should try to get over too.’

So she took the first stall, hung up her purse, lifted her skirt, pulled her thong down to her knees and sat, waiting. After a minute of no one coming, she reached for her purse and got her phone out, checking her email.

Lisa had sent a new one. It was a fantasy, her favorite! Only a few lines into it, Amy decided to masturbate while she read it. She knew Lisa was always wanting her to do it at work, and now was as good a time as any. She would just have to try not to be as vocal as she normally was, in case someone came in.

Amy’s middle finger attacked her clit while she read about herself kneeling in front of Lisa, worshipping her pussy. She pursed her lips together to try to keep any sound in. The pressure of her bladder was intensifying the sensations on her clit. She forced herself to breathe regularly, but that got more and more difficult as she neared orgasm.

And of course, that was when the door opened, and another woman walked into the restroom. Amy froze, panting silently (at least, she hoped it was silently). She heard the sound of the newcomer’s heels on the tile floor. She apparently stopped at the mirror first. Amy turned her phone off and slipped it back in her purse with one hand, her other hand was still poised at her clit.

Finally the sound of walking again, and then Amy saw the woman’s sexy red heels as she walked past the front of her stall on her way to the farthest one. ‘Kelli,’ Amy thought, recognizing the shoes.

Kelli was younger than Amy, probably just out of college. She was hot, and she knew it. She tended to be a bitch about just about everything, but the guys in their department would do anything for her. Kelli thought she was better than everyone else, and it drove Amy crazy.

‘Why did it have to be her?’ thought Amy.

She listened as Kelli carefully pulled a sheet of toilet seat protector paper from the dispenser, and placed it on the toilet seat. ‘Of course she wouldn’t want her pretty little ass touching something a normal woman’s ass had touched. Bitch.’

Amy usually tried to ignore other women in the bathroom, but this time she was completely focused on her. She could just picture this stuck up little princess perched on her sanitary paper. And then, Kelli started to pee. Amy realized that she actually liked the idea that even this perfect model had to humble herself and pee. She was sure Kelli wouldn’t pee if she didn’t have to. She probably thought she was above that too.

The tinkling sound from the other stall became almost musical to Amy. She smiled and closed her eyes. She started to picture Kelli’s pussy. That was probably as perfect as the rest of her body. Amy could see the pee emerging from it in her mind’s eye. The unclean coming out of the clean. The impure coming out of the pure. Her finger went back to work on her clit.

She finally got it, at least part of it. The idea of this woman peeing was turning her on! Lisa would definitely be pleased.

Amy relaxed her own pelvic muscles then, and let her tinkle join the sound of Kelli’s. She didn’t stop with her finger. It was dancing with her clit just millimeters from her pee. Her other hand went down the neckline of her top, under her bra to her eager nipple. When she came, she inhaled sharply, but avoided making other noises.

She and Kelli both emerged from their stalls at the same time. When they were at the sinks, washing their hands, Amy looked at the other woman in the mirror.

She had just been a few feet away from Kelli while she did something that she had probably never done in front of anyone. Amy was sure Kelli had slept with half the guys in the office, but how many had ever heard her pee? Did that make peeing a more intimate act than sex?

For the next week or so after that, Amy would wait until she saw a coworker going into the restroom before she went herself. She listened to every attractive woman in her office peeing. She masturbated everytime. She didn’t always orgasm, but she did condition herself. Her pussy started to get wet on the approach to the bathroom. The sound of another woman peeing made it itch to be touched.

If the other woman pooped, that was the end of it, and Amy would leave the restroom as soon as possible. There was no turn on there, not for her and thankfully not for Lisa either. But the women didn’t seem to poop at the office very often. Amy figured they waited to do it at home on their own toilet like she did.

Her self-conditioning had a secondary effect of getting her to associate the smell of a woman’s urine with sexual feelings. She hoped that would help when she got ready to try tasting and swallowing her own pee again.

She made the attempt about two weeks after her first one. She had been peeing in the shower every time. Letting it get on her hands, rubbing it on her body. Trying to get used to feeling it. She had also been learning to get turned on by the idea, the sound, and the smell of it. Making her mind associate it with sex. It was just drinking it that was holding her back.

Lisa was going to come visit again in a little over a week, and Amy wanted to be ready by then and surprise her.

At home, in her own bathroom, Amy squatted over the toilet and held a disposable plastic drinking cup underneath her. The sharp sound her pee made when it hit the cup was a stark contrast to the soft tinkling she was used to. She let the cup fill up for a few seconds, before pulling it out and letting the rest go in the toilet.

After wiping, she stood in front of the mirror, holding a cup with her own pee. ‘This is for you, Lisa,’ she thought. But she was looking into her own eyes. ‘This is for me, too.’

She brought the cup to her mouth and tipped it slowly. At first letting some of the warm liquid gather at her lip, before opening her mouth and taking it in.

She let the first sip linger in her mouth. The taste was the same as before, salty, sour. Not great.

When she swallowed, she was able to get it all down, but she still felt her throat constrict, unwelcoming of this fluid she was trying to learn to love.

She forced herself to take another drink, and another. Swallowing got easier, although not much. It was progress, but Amy didn’t want to just tolerate this, she wanted to love it, for Lisa’s sake.

The next day at work, Amy arrived with two small water bottles in her purse. They were the same design, but one was clear, and the other was solid white. The clear one had water from the sink inside. The white one had “water” from Amy.

She alternated drinking from them throughout the day. When she went to the water cooler and to the restroom, they’d come along in her purse, ready to each be refilled from a different source. She learned to angle the white water bottle underneath her when she filled it up, so it was an almost silent process.

At first, Amy really had to concentrate to not make a face when she drank from the pee bottle. But by the end of the first day, that was getting easier. By the end of the second day, she could take big gulps from the white bottle without flinching.

After four days, she no longer felt the immediate need to rinse her mouth out with water after drinking the pee. She kept drinking the water though, to stay hydrated and to make sure her body continued producing more pee.

It was the fifth day that Amy forgot the white water bottle at home. She had taken it out of her purse to wash it the night before, as usual. But she had forgotten to put it back in in the morning. The whole day, she kept catching herself reaching for it, but it wasn’t there. She missed it. The water tasted bland by itself. What she wanted was the taste of pee.

The realization brought a big smile to her face. She almost cried, the feeling was so intense. She had done it! Lisa was going to be so pleased!

A few days later, Amy met Lisa at the airport. They hugged, but Lisa still wasn’t comfortable kissing in public, which was a line Amy tried to respect. They left Lisa’s husband with the luggage, and found an empty “family” restroom near the baggage claim. They both went in, giggling.

As soon as Amy had locked the door and turned around, Lisa’s lips were on hers. It was a passionate desperate kiss, after weeks apart. Their hands groped and grabbed hungrily at each other’s bodies. Eventually Lisa stopped them, out of breath and smiling, “We need to go, sweetie. Mark’s going to be wondering what happened to us.”

“Like he can’t guess what we’re in here doing!” Amy laughed.

“Still, we should go. There’ll be plenty of time for this when we get to the hotel.”

Amy sighed and turned to the door. “Fine. Let’s go.”

“Wait,” Lisa stopped her. “I have to go potty first.” And then her jeans and panties where around her ankles and she was sitting down on the toilet.

Amy practically dove to her knees on the floor in front of Lisa, eager for a chance to see her pee.

“Wow, what’s gotten into you?” asked Lisa as she spread her knees apart so Amy would have a better view of her shaved pussy. Lisa was already very swollen and wet from the anticipation of seeing her sub. She wanted Amy to see.

Amy winked up at her domme before returning her gaze to the most beautiful thing in the world. When she started peeing, Amy’s mouth began to water. There it was, what she wanted more than anything.

She reach her hand between Lisa’s legs and let her girlfriend’s pee cascade over her fingers. Lisa’s jaw dropped. When Amy brought her hand back to her mouth and eagerly sucked the pee off her fingers, savoring the taste, Lisa stopped peeing early and looked at her friend, who was acting so out of character.

“What’s going on, Amy?” she asked.

Amy smiled up at her and replied, “This.”

She moved her face between Lisa’s legs, and the dominant woman shifted to give her strangely-behaving sub better access to her unwiped pussy. Amy licked up the drops that were left on Lisa’s lips then went to work on her clit. But then Lisa started peeing again. Amy gulped it down, not letting a single drop escape her lips. Loving every second of it. She was dissappointed when the stream ended, but she went back to work on Lisa’s clit.

Lisa, for her part, was able to overcome her shock and enjoy the sensation. She knew what her sub must have gone through to completely transform her tastes like this, and she loved the devotion that showed. It didn’t take long for Lisa to come.

Before they left the restroom, they kissed so Lisa could taste her own pee in the other woman’s mouth. Then they each grabbed a piece of gum from Amy’s purse and headed out, ready for whatever would happen next during this visit.

Pushed the door closed behind us, and pinned you there my hands tangled in your hair, kissing you, passionately like you had my next breath. I tilt your head back so that I can kiss and suck at your neck and ears, panting almost just from the taste of your skin on my tongue. I throw off my jacket and it hits your floor, I don’t care, my purse is there with it. I attack you again, pinning your back to the wall, pressing my body into yours stopping you from moving as I assault your mouth again. I can’t get enough….

I run my hands over your body, feeling your breasts, you’re panting now with me, whimpering “Please” as I touch your breasts; your nipples already so tight, I roll them between my fingers, pinching to hear you gasp with the little bite of pain, I smile into your throat where I am kissing you.

“My good little vixen” I purr into your ear as I slide up your top, I have to touch you. I can’t stop.

You writhe between me and the wall.

I stop long enough to take off my shoes and take you to the couch. I throw you down and put your hands above your head, stretched out you wantonly spread your legs for me with a devious little grin.

I know what you want but I am not going to give it to you yet, I want to taste your nipples and suck on them and see if I can make you cum that way first, by now it has been days and I can feel how hot you are as I kneel between your legs on the couch. Pressing hard with my thigh against your wanting sex, you moan and arch your back.

I know it won’t take much…but I want it to last. It’s your first time with a woman and I want you to feel everything…

I push up your top and you have the sexiest lingerie on for me. I can’t help it I bend over you and bury my face between your tits and you hiss out a “Yessss”.

You bring your arms down and grab handfuls of my hair and pull. I groan. I love it that you are so rough in return, that you aren’t timid. You want to touch me to. I come up and kiss you again, pushing you up so you can see me.

I want you to see everything.

“You can only touch my head and arms for now Vixen, do you understand?”

You pant harder at my orders. You love this part.

Submitting to me. You like it more then you thought you would.

I pull your shirt off over your head and remove your bra and am almost breathless at how beautiful you are. I want to touch you all over, and you want it too. I can see in your eyes; you don’t want me to stop.

I bend down and order you to watch me. I look at you the entire time as I take your breasts in my hands and caress you. Watching you arch and rub yourself against my leg. You want to get off so badly, but I am not going to touch you there, not yet.

I have special plans for your sweet pussy…

I kiss and suck and lick every inch of your chest, leaving nowhere untouched.

You are moaning and clawing at my head, but you do as you are told and watch me and I watch you, too. I want to see what you like, what you don’t.

I want you begging me when I finally lick you.

You’re panting, whimpering with every touch.

“What do you want my little Vixen? Tell me.” I say with a flick of my tongue across your nipple before blowing a soft breeze over it puckering it again.

“Touch me, please…I want you to touch me”

“But I am touching you my pet, where do you want me to touch you?”

My grin is devious as I nip at your skin with my teeth making you cry out.

I love the sound of it and I groan, my panties are soaked now; just from touching you, hearing you.

“Please…. let me touch you… kiss me again, please?”

You pull me up and wrap your arms around me and kiss me hard rubbing your length against me, moaning and sighing into my mouth, overwrought you need to cum.

So bad after all this time, all this teasing.

I want to hear that giggle … I want to hear you cum for me…

I break our kiss with a groan. Your lips are so sweet, and you smell so good. I can smell it on your skin you are ready. You raise your hips to grind against me. You want me inside you; my tongue, my fingers, anything I will put there you don’t care, you are mad with want.

“Are you wet?”

I know the answer but I want to hear you say it, god I love to hear you.

“Yes Elizabeth, I’m soaked.” God my name sounds so good coming out of your mouth when you are so needy. You shoot up and wrap yourself around me burying your face in my cleavage and licking long and slow between my breasts causing me to shiver all over and pull your hair back, taking your mouth again. Fuck! You almost made me lose my control.

Your tongue and mouth are so hot against my skin I grind back against you…

“No, you first….” I push you back down on the couch.

“Touch yourself. Show me how wet you my little vixen, get your fingers all wet for me and show me.” You look so erotic and edible, as you stare at me and slide your hands down your pants and into your panties. I know you have reached your goal when you cry out. So close even that little bit almost pushes you over the edge.

“Ah ah, not yet my pet. Let me see.”

You pull your hand out and your fingers and covered, slick wet and glistening.

“See.”

You give me a shy look but I know it’s fake.

You can see in my eyes how much it turns me on to see you this way.

I grab at your hand and put your fingers in my mouth and for the first time I close my eyes.

God you taste so fucking good!

I grab at your wrist with both hands and lick every finger clean. Wrapping my tongue around every digit, sucking and licking every drop off of you I look up at you again and your mouth is parted, your legs are wide and your breathing is erratic. You are so needy I can feel it on you.

I can’t wait anymore.

I have to taste you, more of you. I forcibly tug your pants down… not your panties though.

You look so hot like this.

I watch your eyes again as I go back to your breasts and let the cool air hit you and bring you down a notch, but it doesn’t.

Looking at you seems to be your button. You tangle your hands in my hair and pull. I hiss.

Fuck! I like it when your rough back!

I nip at you as I move down further.

My hot mouth leading the way.

I get down between your legs and you have both your hands in my hair holding my eyes to yours. Panting, whimpering with every touch every kiss, every lick I give you.

When I am where I want to be I look up,

“What do you want little vixen? Tell me. Tell me what you want.”

I want to hear you. I want to hear your voice again. You sound so hot when you can’t think straight because of what I am doing to you. I look down and your panties are soaked through.

I can smell you and I can’t wait to lick every inch of you. I want you so badly, but this is for you.

I can be selfish later. Oh, and there will be a later. I know now I can’t stop at just once. I have to have you more than once. Just like this.

You pull and arch your back, raising your hips again. I bend down slowly, blowing softly against your hot sex. You’re so hot I can feel it without touching you. I know you’re going to be scorching when I get inside you.

I’m shaking I want you so bad. You’re clawing at my shirt, begging me to take it off. You want to see me too. I shake my head and laugh. “Oooh no.” I tell you and touch the silky skin of your thigh.

I look up at you and I take one long, slow lick across the wet of your panties and blow hot air against it. You arch and cry out.

I know it won’t me long, your hips are churning and I haven’t even touched your sweet cunt yet.

I can’t wait any longer. I don’t even take your panties off; I just push them aside and moan.

“Fuck you are so fucking wet!”

It’s running down to your ass, making your glisten and shine. You look amazing, sound amazing. I spread your lips and touch you for the first time…

You actually cry out, and arch your whole body from the slightest touch I groan and I try to keep eye contact but you’re so hot and so wet. I want to watch what I am doing. I want you to see me slide inside you. I run my fingers over your hard clit and you cry out, again, squirming again

I press harder and you beg me again.

I growl.

I can’t stand it anymore.

I bend down and run my tongue over you and you claw your nails into the back of my head, and try to squeeze your legs together. You are so close. I know it won’t take me long.

I slide a finger, then two inside you and bury them deep inside you. Squirming myself at the sensation. Your greedy little cunt is pulling my fingers in further as you buck and throw your hips fucking my hand.

You are almost crying and I can’t hold back any more I wrap my mouth around your hard clit and suck, slow and hard.

You scream. I surprised you. Your nails dig deeper, your legs wrap around me this time, grinding and throwing your hips into it. Fucking my face and then my fingers.

I look up at you…

“You taste so fucking wonderful baby. Wanna taste?”

I wink at you and you just nod writhing to some thumping base line in your body.

I have never seen anything so beautiful or arousing in all my life. I’ve neverwell wanted a woman as much as I have wanted, and still, want you.

I crawl over you, my finger still sliding slowly in and out of you.

Kissing you hard I making sure you can taste every bit of yourself on my mouth and on my tongue. I press harder fucking your tight little pussy as I kiss you. You are soo close. I can feel it.

You want to cum…

“Make me cum Elizabeth, please.” FUCK! My name again…

“Say it again, beg me my little Vixen. Beg me to make you cum.”

I tuck my head in the crock of your neck and push harder and deeper; giving just a little pain.

You wrap yourself around me, holding on tight as I fuck you slow and steady my thumb now circling your clit. You are so wet I slide out of you and then move lower. I know you like this. I hear you whine when you realise what I want to do. I want every part of you. Nothing held back from me by my little vixen.

I circle your tight little ass, your soaked there too, slick and wet. I play just a little pressing only lightly, but it’s enough for you to almost lose it. You curse. Over and over…

“You know what I want. Give me what I want and I will give you want you want my pet…”

My voice is low, horse. I want you to cum. I want to hear that giggle, but I want to hear you beg.

Beg and call my name again….

I bit at your neck, a little nip but you don’t feel it. You’re lost in what I am doing to you.

“Please… please… please. Elizabeth. Please!”

I press harder and pump harder…curling my fingers, stretching you…

I take one of your nipples into my mouth and suck. I can’t take my eyes off of you.

I kiss down your body again. I want to see your face while I lick your sweet pussy. I want to see your face when I make you cum. You keep repeating,

“Yes. Yesssss…Please..yes!” As I kiss you lower, when my face is between your legs I say,

“Watch me baby… watch me make you cum”

I slide my tongue over your pussy again and suck hard on your clit…fucking your deeper with my fingers. Faster. Harder. You arch never breaking eye contact, your nails dig deeper into my skull. I can’t feel it.. All I can feel is you underneath me.

“I want to hear you… tell me when cum baby… tell me.”

You cry out one last time finally arching your back and closing your eyes I break my kiss with your pussy and fuck you faster rubbing your clit with my thumb…

“Come on baby let go… cum for me!”

Your scream out one last time clutching your legs around me and cry out. Then my reward for everything, everything I wanted to give you….but there is so much more I have to give.

The only thing I want from you … that sweet sounding giggle.. You pull me up into your arms and kiss me hard.